Page 99 of Lethal Infatuation

"Good, we're almost there." We approached a local jewellery store and I placed my hand on the small of her back, gesturing for her to enter first. I opened the door, the bell chiming to alert the owner of the customers arrival.

The old man turned around, dressed in formal attire from head to toe. "Arthur," I greeted.

"Ah, Nicolas." His English accent definitely became less prominent over the years, but it was still subtle. "You're right on time. Wait right here and I'll go get your items."

Gabriella turned to look at me. "You're buying jewellery?"

I nodded. "For you."

"For me?" She looked at me with nothing but love in those pretty hazel eyes.

"Gold."

She narrowed her eyes. "How'd you know gold jewellery was my favourite?"

"I know everything about you." I pulled her closer. "Even the things you haven't told me about yourself yet."

"You sneaky little bastard." She laughed. "I knew from the start that you're a stalker."

"Careful now." I gripped her jaw softly. "You're overdue for a good spanking." Her lips parted and I could see her pupils dilating. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She nodded, biting her lower lip, and it ignited that fire inside of me that burned only for her. The simple action turned me on more than it should have.

I titled her head back. "Behave," I murmured. "We'll continue this later." I stepped back, reluctantly letting my hand drop from her face.

"We'll see," she said under her breath. Arthur returned just in time because God knows the tension increased tenfold in the past few minutes.

"Here you go." He placed three boxes on the counter and was about to open it when I stopped him.

"Actually," I stepped closer. "I'd like to surprise the lady." He gave me a knowing look and nodded. "Will you put those in a little bag for her, Arthur, if you don't mind."

"Of course, sir." He grabbed a medium sized brown bag with his logo printed in a metallic black on it. He placed all three boxes neatly inside and handed it to Gabriella.

She was flushed, but smiled at him and muttered a thank you before taking the bag from him. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I'll be back soon."

"For a wedding ring?" he joked, making Gabriella's eyes widen.

I chuckled, placing my hand on the small of her back again. "Perhaps, you never know what the future holds, right?"

Needless to say, Gabriella was more than thrilled with her gifts, which consisted of a set of dainty rings, a custom necklace with her name on it, and an anklet with my name on it.

Said anklet dangled next to my ear while both of her legs were on my shoulders. I pushed her legs back even further, testing that flexibility of hers.

"Now I'll always be with you wherever you go," I murmured, giving her slow, deep strokes. "And everyone will know who you belong to."

Those brown ringlets of hair were sprawled out on my pillows, both of her hands bound to the headboard. "Yes," she moaned, tugging on the restraints. "I want to touch you, please."

I pulled out slowly and then eased my way back inside of her, making her cry out. I wanted her to feeleveryinch. "No," I said sternly, placing soft kisses in her neck and bit down on the flesh, wanting to leave my bite marks all over her skin. "Tell me you're mine."

She whined softly, thrusting her hips upward to create more friction. "Nicolas," she moaned softly, furrowing her eyebrows.

"You're not telling me what I want to hear,mikrí petaloúda." I bit her chin, causing her to gasp. Her slick,tight pussy clenched around me and I nearly lost control of the fucking flood gates. "Say it."

"Please, please."

"You know what to say, and I'll make you come harder than you ever have." She was doing this on purpose, trying to show me she could win the battle. But in the end, I'd always remain victorious.

"Yours," she gasped. "I'm yours."

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